Three blokes met up to play golf on Sunday morning and
compared notes on how they managed to get their wives to
let them go. The first said he’d brought his wife breakfast in
bed, taken the dog for an early morning walk and washed the
car. “She was so pleased, she was delighted to let me go,” he
said. The second man recounted how he’d prepared
everything for Sunday lunch and cleared up the kitchen
from a dinner party the night before.
“She reckoned I’d earned a round of golf,” he said.
The third man looked at his mates and said
“I woke up, belched twice, scratched my balls and let rip with
a real stinker. Then I said to her, “Come on then, intercourse
or golf course? She couldn’t wait to see me go.”